[Feathers only canted his head and decided instead to settle in the grass, tucking his feet under him. He began to preen his chest feathers to feel better. Night, however, shook his head a bit.
What Materia wore was practical for combat and movement, yeah, but what about weather like this? Sheesh. He unwound his scarf then - its wooly material managed to bead off the rain so the outside of it was only a bit damp - and he sunk into a seat next to her. Without a word he draped the thing at the back of her neck and loosely wound it twice before outright pulling her closer to him.
...Y'know, because the least he could do was keep her warm until this whole thing passed.]
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[Feathers only canted his head and decided instead to settle in the grass, tucking his feet under him. He began to preen his chest feathers to feel better. Night, however, shook his head a bit.
What Materia wore was practical for combat and movement, yeah, but what about weather like this? Sheesh. He unwound his scarf then - its wooly material managed to bead off the rain so the outside of it was only a bit damp - and he sunk into a seat next to her. Without a word he draped the thing at the back of her neck and loosely wound it twice before outright pulling her closer to him.
...Y'know, because the least he could do was keep her warm until this whole thing passed.]